A Winter Sunday

It has been so cold lately that we can’t play outside. This seriously cramps our style. We’ve been trying to make due, but the tell-tale sign of our cottage fever and been-a-long-year-fast-track-burn-out are right on the surface: Braydon and I are talking daily about which Caribbean Island we should vacation on this spring. ;-0

With the exception of a couple of errands we tried hard to stay home for most of the day (not easy for the four of us to do — we quickly go stir crazy). Our only big outing was a trip to Waffle House for a late breakfast. The boys love that place for all the right reasons: no-nonsense flirty *sassy* waitresses pushing the customers through fast, down-home-clientelle who don’t try to mind anybody else’s business, those little coffee creamer things that all two year olds just love to drink like little tiny cups, fake orange juice, and good waffles. Braydon likes it that they serve grits. I like it because they truly don’t seem to care in the slightest if my kids make a total mess of our table. Here is a snippet from when we were first seated:

No-Nonsense Flirty *Sassy* Waitress: “Hey there! How you doin’? You twins?”
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Kyle: [sweetly smiling and batting his eyelashes like he’s been flirting with waitresses for years. Ladies, you know the type.] “Yes.”
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Waitress: [to Kyle] “You’re cuuuuuute!” [pointing at Owen–] “Hey, I recognize you!”
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Owen: [playing bad-boy-hard-to-get. Ladies, you know the type.] “Hi.”
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Waitress: “Hi there little fella! What’s your name anyway?”
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Owen: “I’m Kyle.”
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Heather: “No! He’s Owen! He just said his brother’s name!?!”
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Waitress: [laughing] “O.k., then, how old are you?”
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Owen: “Three.”
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Waitress: “Oh! Three!”
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Heather: “No! He’s two! He’s not three! I can’t believe he just said that?!!”
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Waitress: [laughing a lot now] “You’re somethin’! You’re somethin’ else! So, what do you want to eat anyway?”
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Owen: “Pancakes.”
[Remember— we’re at WAFFLE HOUSE. They don’t even have pancakes.]“`
Waitress: [laughing so hard she’s almost falling down… To me:] “You better watch out Mama. You’re ‘gonna have trouble when the girls get after him!!!!!!”

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In the past 3 days I have had no less than four different women say similar things to me about my Owen.
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